Ji Qing sat on the table, picked up a notebook and pen, and placed a mobile phone next to him.

He wrote a line on the first line: The serial disappearance of a girl in Hacheng - the case of the collector

The murderer is a police officer, his identity provides an excellent cover for his crimes, he knows every blind spot of surveillance, he knows the gaps in patrol, and his appearance can also fool those victims. Even if it was me, he lied.

Who would doubt a police gentleman?

The murderer's parents divorced at a young age and lived with his mother for many years, and his mother often instilled in him the idea that all women except her were scum in order to express her dissatisfaction with the woman who robbed her husband.

When he was thirteen years old, his mother died.

He lived with his cousin's family.

His cousin is also a scumbag, and he is a retired soldier who participated in the Dakmund War, so Satan will know what those people's brain circuits are like.

I don't mean to belittle Miss King, but apparently his cousin and Miss King are not the same kind of person at all. The lady is a very kind person, and I should thank her and the professor for making me aware of the dangers of this profession, but they were also willing to take risks to rescue me.

Especially the lady, even if the professor finds me, if the lady has an accident, I don't think I will forgive myself in my life.

So I want to try to give myself some self-preservation power so that I don't drag them down.

She supported me and my senior's dreams, or rather helplessly, and I could tell that Madame was genuinely thinking about us, but when she looked at me, sometimes her eyes would be strange. I can't describe the look she had, she seemed to be looking at me, and it was like she was seeing someone else. It wasn't a nice look, at least I could read an emotion in it.

Sadness.

She had already told me part of the lady's past, and I felt sorry for the little girl, and if the lady was grieving for her descendants, it would be too much of a grief.

There should be something I don't know, but a reckless inquiry would be rude.

I'm glad that this time, we're all in danger.

Hopefully, good fortune will always favor you.

Close.

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